I stood, waiting,
looking through the glass darkly,
searching down that lane,
edged with dry stone walls:
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From your pen name itself...is poetry your title is flowing with depth and your thoughts put into a poem is really nice to read and the concept of the whole poem is very reflective and a wonderful write that make us ponder on the essence of life.. thanks for sharing.... in your works, I am learning too...
I was drawn by the title - here in Yorkshire we have them too, dry stone walls. The rural images stirred me, your moments of subtle introspection.